The chieftain drew himself up with a royal air and replied majestically:
“Because, sir, The O’Melaghlin ranks the territorial title of Arghalee, as it ranks every other title!”
“Does not the royal name of Stuart rank Wolfscliff?”
“It would; but there are thousands of Stuarts, and you are only one of them, and derive your individual distinction from your manor. You are Stuart, of Wolfscliff. There is but one O’Melaghlin. I am The O’Melaghlin.”
“And your son?”
“He is Michael O’Melaghlin. When he succeeds me he will be The O’Melaghlin.”
“I see!” said Stuart, with a smile.
But I doubt if he did see.
CHAPTER XXXV
AN ANGEL’S WORK
The nest day Palma had a final and decisive talk with Mrs. Pole.